I wish i was with my Dad to buy the biggest turkey. It s like in my childhood he choose the highest tree in our poor home before Christmas. We been around children, cousins, aunts and uncles, neighbors
One thing i say my right seat in the car is always empty waiting for my dad to come back.
We ll listen today the same Country songs he never understood, but he liked them. We ll open bottle by bottle and I know you he ll be happy with us.
Green
Waves coming in
Waves coming out.
The only one,
the palm tree over the ocean
the years -green snow never
melted
the tree always watch the sailors when
they return back home
this my father
waiting for me
coming out from the azure.
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frumos dear Florin, poet of the green
frumos dear Florin, poet of the green
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